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Status updates, huh? Who needs those anyways, pfft
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I figured I should update my status. Tada!
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Loves Teddy Bears|Twenty Something|Can't Speak Russian|Is Potat


THE MORE AWESOMEST POTATO:

Let me properly introduce myself. I am Sir Spud the Fourth, and I have been a potato for the longest time ever. I never denied it to be completely honest, but it is only recently that I embraced it. Now I have evolved from a simple couch potato to a fully grown royal potato. A dapper kawaii potato. And I dare say, knowing that you are a spud, makes life a lot easier. Just chill and let everyone else care about all their meaningless things because at the end of the day you'll know: chilling is the way to go.

I try to spend minimal effort on things that I don't care about, and procrastination might as well be my middle name. But that doesn't mean I ONLY rest. Sometimes a 'tato gotta do what a 'tato gotta do. And if that something happens to be things I like, then you cannot find anyone better than me. I am an omnipotent being capable of virtually any task to a limited degree, and I am not shy to admit it. I may not be the MOST AWESOMEST in a thing, but I am sure as hell MORE AWESOMEST than most people are at everything. But hey, I'm not here to brag, even if I am probabaly better at it than you


THE DREAMER:

All those nights laying in my couch, I thought about the cool shit that I cannot do. That I cannot see. But I pictured them in front of myself like they were real, and that infuraited me. Then I found the Guild, and I lived happily after. I have been on the site for 2 years now, and I have seen many RPs, and played with many people. I wish I have found the site earlier, but I am glad that I've even found it. Now all those fantasies can be written down and my mind can rest at ease at night, without being constantly troubled by ideas.

When I RP, I love myself some good Sci-Fi or Fantasy. But hey I am filthy casual, I can go for anything with an interesting setting. I don't trouble myself on small details if the plot is good, but if you get somwthing wrong you can expect me to tell you about it. Some even go as far as to think that I am angry or something, but I am too chill for that. If anything I'm more of the funny type, so you can expect me to try and write some shitty jokes or post memes I found on the internet. Anyways, you'll see what I mean when we RP together.


THE ARTIST:

Used to be something else here, but I'm happy to say that it's replaced because of a positive change. I now work as a full-time 3D artist in the animation industry, churning out shot after shot for some of your favorite game intros and trailers. Can't say anything about them before you even ask, and even though I'm still new to the industry I love it and I already know that this will be my passion for a long time. So hopefully in a few years I'll have a proud portfolio of animations that were done by yours truly that I can show off to all the lovely people of the guild.

THE LOVER OF STUFF:

Now I may have hobbies like the above mentioned, but there are some more things that I love in life. Here is a handy list of things you can always talk about with me:

  • Gaming: This one I am quite proud of, I'm a serious gamer with capital G. Not as much time for it nowadays, but still true.
  • Music: All kinds of electronic music, but I am a sucker for Queen and Powerwolf. Or Breakbot... anything music.
  • Anime: We all have an Otaku in us, but it's bigger for some people. For me it's just big enough.


WORDS OF WISDOM:

Be chill folks, getting fed up about stuff is a recipe for disaster. You gotta learn to be patient and let things go, or you'll end up a wrinkly old man/woman with only bad memories about life. Even if you do fuck-all every day, you can live a content life by taking things easy. With that said, as always, stay safe and stay classy.

Most Recent Posts




@Letter Bee

I know this is kind of stupid to ask, but I'm not entirely sure... would being specialized to this extent in Mind Magic protect Amy from other's Mind Magic, or do I need Exceptional Willpower for that?

If she does still need it, I might ask for those skills after all, just to keep the character's flavor together.
Alright, here goes nothing! Time for a new crewmember!



And here goes the custom race description, just so it's obvious what it is :)



I created this basically to the template of a child soldier since it is them who mostly use spells and I didn't want to do anything fancy with it. Wasn't sure how to handle skills and spells, bee went to sleep before he could tell me. Still, I hope you will find this space tiefling enjoyable ^^
@Lunamaria Hawke@past3lp3ach

As it currently stands, the RP is on an indefinite hiatus. I definitely plan on coming back to it with some new plans, but I want to find my footing once again. It was a bit ambitious of me to plan it out so soon after I came back to the guild, but it's a nice learning experience.

In case you are still interested, I can send you an invite link to the Discord. If there is enough interest, I might try to find someone to help me Co-GM when I have busy projects to do at work, so we can keep rolling forward.












It is now the 26th century. Humanity has left Earth behind hundreds of years ago, spreading out across the infinite dark of space in a frenzy not seen since the discovery of the New World. Human inhabited space is so large now that the human mind simply cannot comprehend the distances, a map showing it's entirety too dense to make out individual planets. Yet for all it's worth, we are barely grasping the straws when it comes to knowing more about the universe and exploring it. As far and wide as the colonized space reaches, it is so sparsely populated that between cultural and economical hubs there might be dozens or hundreds of star systems that have only token infrastructure.

But there is a new frenzy on the horizon. The constant of life has been the same since the colonization frenzy of the 23th century, but it seems that there is a new wave on the horizon. On the outer reaches of human space, on a colony world much the same as what you and I come from, some farmer dug up a piece of stone in their backyard that promises to change history. That farmer was Max Irving, now the head of the Galactic Commission for Alien Life, an entity that brew new life into space travel. And that stone? He named it the Rosetta Stone, just like the rock we found back on Earth that helped us translate ancient languages. Except the languages we found on this one were far, far more ancient than anyone would've ever dared to guess. Because scientists are known for their originality we've named the aliens who left it behind "Precursors", though we're not even sure if it's just one language or more.

That was all over 50 years ago now, and as a civilization we stopped covering the discovery of alien life all over the news. Mostly because we've never found any of them, just the relics that they've left behind. The hunt for knowledge about these ancient aliens, has been out of the public's attention for a while now, but that hasn't stopped intrepid explorers and daredevils from pushing the boundary of space even further than before. The GCAL offers bounties and commissions for exploring new and uncharted star systems and galactic formations: something far easier in the technologically advanced ago than it was for those who laid down the first houses in the city worlds of today. With enough money, just about anyone can buy a used cargo ship and jump around from one system to another with their Setter Drives. Insurance companies make an absolute treasure out of these poor folks, most of whom end up going missing without a trace, only for their bodies discovered a few years later inside their now dead spaceship.

But of course, there are those who are more prepared than these jockeys hoping to luck upon alien artefacts and then sell it to GCAL for a fortune. People like me. We don't like to call ourselves anything, we don't do this for the fame or recognition. But if you ask about the Seekers in any local bar, you'll be sure to happen upon someone like me. It is us, the most daring and adventurous that go out expedition after expedition, making a living by selling charts to investors and colonists. Of course, we all work for GCAL still: they make selling the data much easier, even if at a fee. Of course, we all find bits and pieces: a piece of ceramic in space from a long gone ship, a forgotten amulet on a planet covered in lush greens or just some metal shards from god knows what. While valuable in their own right, we don't get anything for these, not anymore: most people choose to adorn themselves with it while they hope for the next breakthrough with finding something bigger. Something more... expensive.

That's where I come in. There's a system not far from here, goes by the name of Vodyani V, and I got a hint from one of my contacts that it might have something in there. How do they know? I didn't ask and they didn't tell, bartering with information is something that I can't afford. But I'm not in the business still because I don't listen to advices. So, I know my next target. A week's travel in FTL to get there, and then a few more weeks to explore the system. It's a real beauty she is: plenty of planets and gas giants that could hold troves of treasure, not to mention countless moons. Even if I don't find a thing, the charts will sell for a pretty buck. But if my sources are good, and they have been so far, I'm looking at buying a luxury retreat for every month of a standard year, spread out a few parsecs apart so I can enjoy travelling between them on my luxury yacht.

Of course, I can't do this all alone, too much space to explore and not enough eyes and hands to do everything. Got gaps in my crew, and that is where you come in. I've been telling you my story this whole time, but what about you? Join my crew and get rich with me, if you dare.







Welcome one, welcome all! I invite you all on a sci-fi mystery adventure that I am certain you will enjoy if you've enjoyed playing Duskers or if Edge of Tomorrow is one of your favorite movies. But I might've revealed too much already by just saying that, so I will keep quiet about the plot for now!

As I've mentioned already, this RP is to be an adventure with a mystery that needs to be uncovered. I invite you all to become crew members aboard the repurposed patrol ship "Maiden Voyage" to join Sarah Ashton, a renowned Seeker in the sector who is looking for more brave souls to join her on her newest adventure into an unknown star system. This is your chance to make good money by hopping into a dangerous but at times lucrative business, or if you are already a member of the crew, then to add one more tale to your long list that you can tell at a bar once the mission is over.

I'm mostly looking for people who enjoy exploring mysteries and have always liked the idea of exploring and discovering new things in space. While the game won't be about surveying landmasses as I plan on very early on introducing an overarching story, there will be plenty of magnificent things to look at and explore between the close shaves with death your characters will undoubtedly have. The universe is out there to kill you after all, and that is something I want to hammer home as the story progresses. That said, this is also a space drama of sorts, and the relations between crew members will play a large role as the story progresses further towards the end goal, so I'm mostly looking for people who want to experience a story and interact with it, rather than people who want to blow stuff up.

In the end, this RP is more of an experiment. There is a set beginning and end (though if we do finish, I am open to continue it), something that I feel is lacking in a lot of RPs. Hopefully the mystery and the story I'm telling is enough to keep everyone interested and engaged until we see the conclusion of the story. Besides, the most fun in an RP is always interacting with others, so I'm hoping for a diverse cast of characters :)






Now that you've made it past that large volume of rambling text that I can't seem to leave behind, here is a list of crew roles that I think might be important for an expedition like this. Not all of them need to be filled up, and you might have your own ideas as well. It's absolutely feasible that nobody is a "specialist", just knows a thing or two about an area. Still, it might give you some ideas.

  • Medic
  • Technician
  • Xeno-Archeologist/Biologist
  • Astrophysicist
  • Security/Survival Expert
  • Navigator/Co-Pilot
  • Linguist


Once you have a basic idea as to what role you might want to fill-in on the ship's crew (maybe I left out something pretty obvious, I'm writing this pretty late after all), here is a handy dandy sheet reference with the most basic details filled in. Feel free to modify it however you like, a good looking CS is always going to impress everyone.

[center] (Name comes here)
[img](Insert image here for shock value)[/img][/center]
[b]NAME:[/b] (or it can come here. Or both. You choose)
[b]AGE:[/b]
[b]ROLE:[/b]
[b]PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:[/b] (everything about the looks of your character comes here that a picture may or may not be able to convey, such as weight, height, but even skill or hair color if you want it changed or specified)
[b]CHARACTER DESCRIPTION:[/b] (Never been a fan of "personality" groups when I've barely known my character. Just give us a basic idea of who your character is here, what they do, why did they join and what they are usually like. Really, just a brief or not-so-brief description of your character. But whatever you want here from skills, through personality to relationships)


Pretty simple, right? I always prefer that the IC speaks for itself rather than the CS, but if you wish to add more to it, then feel free to do so. This is more of a suggestion than a strict guideline.




Since this is just the interest check, no need for a full fledged CS if you don't want it. As it stands I'm running out of time for the day to make an example with the character I will be portraying, but that shouldn't be relevant in your interest. If you've red this far I'm willing to bet that you are at least somewhat interested in the idea. I can guarantee you that I will keep everyone occupied with plenty of events in the RP, and that it won't be a super duper moody plot like Duskers or anything from HP Lovecraft, mostly because you won't be alone. But if the people I've already told the story to for review is anything to go by, I'm certain that there will be plenty for you to think about and try to solve, while having exciting plot twists and revelations along the way to want you to keep exploring.

Anyways, that's it for me. You know what to do, if you like the idea then leave a post and I'll be sure to reply to everyone once I wake up. I wish you all a great day/evening/night, and I hope to see you guys in a bit :)

EDIT: Reworked the brief, so it ACTUALLY explains what this is. Hopefully that should clear things up. I'll be inserting the CS for Sarah very soon, so that I can cover most of my bases.
Hello there good sirs and sirettes of the interweb!

Indeed, today is a good day to be alive. And nothing better to do with a fantastic day than to share it with someone!

It is upon that basis that I once again come froth from the mystical shrouds of my personal life, to unveil my burning passion for roleplays like a flickering candle on a stormy night. Indeed, the world might be going to hell all around us, but that doesn't mean that we shouldn't be able to enjoy ourselves while the moment lasts. And while that moment is very limited, as work and personal life takes away from our enjoyment of all things written and fantasized about, I have decided to dedicate that small amount of time to play with someone.




About me

I'm 21 and doing a full day job, thought for the rest of this week I am on vacation. I enjoy playing all sorts of characters and scenarios, though I get the most immersed when I can spend some quality time brainstorming and world building with my partner. I greatly enjoy adventure and action roleplays, but I personally find that no roleplay is truly complete without at least some romance thrown into the mix, be it between the main characters or some side character. As they say, art mimics real life.

As such, this is truly an open ad: pairings can be just about anything, MxF, MxM, FxF, ?x?, you name it! I'm mostly looking for someone that I can chat with even outside the bounds of the RP and create a pet project between us that we pour our ideas and feelings into. Something to help put us at ease after a long day, and something we can share with someone else who helps us build it. As such, the only thing that I will refuse to do is fandom stuff: that simply takes away from my preferred way of going about an RP.

Finally you can read my bio if you want to know more about me, but really, I'm just a chill guy. Zany, yes, but never childish. I can fully immerse myself into a shootfest of an RP and have fun, though I personally prefer RPs with some deeper emotional ties to them, where working on and helping your characters achieve something feels like a true success. I'm also down to making good friends with anyone who writes, so don't be afraid of me, I don't bite :D




This ad is for you-

- If you too have wished for ages to build a world and play it, but never found the right person or group of people to try it out with.
- If you have been looking to immerse yourself in someone else's world, but found that group RPs die too quickly.
- If you just want a partner with whom you can write an intricate plot, filled with emotions and free from edgy powergaming.
- If you want to play something that can be both lowkey comedy at times, while at others deadly serious.
- If you too have the craving at times to just sit down and plan for hours at night when you cannot sleep.
- If you are looking for someone who is willing to try out wacky or niche ideas without the fear of being judged.

Or really, if you are just looking to have a fun, engaging time with someone.




For the closing words, I'm not too specific the length of posts. I prefer to do them in either DMs or over on Discord (where I prefer chatting with people), but I've played with as many complete beginners as absolute pros. As long as your posts make sense, we will be good friends.

And finally on the topic of 18+ stuff, well... I don't particularly have anything against it. I enjoy it as much as everyone when it is applied in the right amounts and at the right times, but due to forum guidelines I'd only really do such a thing in an RP over on Discord. Would hate to break the flow by breaking some rules ^-^'

I uh, I think that is it. I've never been good at making these really long explanatory posts, I'm the sort of person who enjoys saying these things "in person". So if you have any questions, or if you are unsure after reading this post whether or not I'm the person you're looking for, my DMs are always open :D





Day 1, Week 25, Cycle 1
Summertime, 25 C°, Overcast


As summer time comes to an end, the clouds over the island begin to slowly fade away. It seems as if the storm has passed, but left behind a great deal of destruction. Tress torn from the ground as the monstrous winds uprooted them. Plains that once used to be grazing grounds for animals now lay as impassable bogs that have to be avoided. Coastlines riddled with debris carried over from faraway islands as branches and algae scatter the shining sand for miles. But at the end of the storm, the sun shines brighter, and the inhabitants of the island can claim themselves rightful owner of this land, having survived the storm.

It is on this day, at the closing weeks of summer that the sky darkens once more. The previous day the rain began to pour from the heavens, perhaps as a last effort from the monsoon to ruin the lives of the people below. As it carried throughout the night, the inhabitants of the island wake to darkened skies and the rain pouring more than ever. The air is calm but heavy, and the water pouring from above obscures vision out past a few dozen feet. Everything feels wet and humid, and even the mighty Ruh hide in their nests. Rivers once calm are starting to pour out again, and the swampy marshlands of the island swell in size even more.

By noon, the sky is dark and the sound of pouring rain is deafening. Only the thunderous roars of distant lightning and the flashes of glowing white seep through this hazy blanket. All over the island, shadows of unknown figures appear for moments in the hazy fog, only to disappear once more into the rain. Screeches and roars of the wildlife go unknown to the rest of the island as this all consuming darkness and rain devour the light from the heavens above.

It is only as the afternoon shifts into evening that the skies begin to clear up, and the first ray of light simmers through the clouds above. Soon enough, the clouds drift off towards the east, carrying with them the terrible storm that can be seen from the coasts of the island for hours to come.

But what the storm left behind, is an island vastly different from what it once was. There is a fickle buzz in the air, like a charge of electricity that is only enough to tickle the skin. The landscapes of the many biomes have been altered, and now lie as testaments to the true nature of this storm: one of a change diligently executed under the blanket of darkness and deafening rain.

Upon the western slopes of the mountains a sinkhole hundreds of meters across, and perhaps thousands deep has appeared, like a portal leading into the underworld that is fed by the rivers flowing into it's endless depths. In the south eastern peninsula, protrusions of rock and minerals extend a hundred or more meters into the air, like strange alien beacons conveying some alien message. In the northeast, the people awaken to the sight of a massive tree that soars almost two hundred meters into the air, a sight that is oh-so familiar to the hearts of the Sonjari people.

These, and perhaps hundreds more less visible vistas cover the island that once knew how to be tame with it's inhabitants. But what changes lie ahead, now that the weather will start to grow cold and the landscape has changed, nobody knows. It is up to the brave pathfinders to find and exploit what the soil has to offer, and make a way for a new life now that the worst has come to past. And as the sun finally disappears over the horizon, the inhabitants of the island are greeted by a show of light upon the dark sky: an arch of debris fills up the star dotted view of the night, extending from one edge of the horizon to the other as it glows with a faint light reflected down upon the surface. And even though the day had brought so much to bear upon the denizens of the island, this soft light fills them with hope. A feeling that things will be alright from now on as long as they keep on going and make the best of this new, fantastic world.










Location: Canyon
Time: Evening


It had been a rather relaxing ride with the sunrunners so far. She managed to get onto a Boga in the end, and she spent most of the journey lazily laying down against her mount and scratching it's gills as they traveled. It reminded her of the old times, the better times. When she still had people to be around and spend time with. When her life wasn't a constant mess of contracts and running away into further and further lands to get away from everyone.

Inside, she already hated this. Once she remained distant from other because she couldn't deal with her grief, but nowadays it was just a habit that she got into. But deep inside she yearned for people to call a family and friends. Letting out a small huff the girl closed her eyes, letting the Boga's movements consume her thoughts for the moment. This always calmed her down whenever the demons of her past came to haunt her.

Then she heard her name and she groggily peeked p from the saddle, facing down a large wall of sand that was headed straight for them. Next time, don't mention warding off sandstorms. It's just asking for a trouble.

With a long sigh she grabbed the reins of her boga and quickly sped up to enter next to the schooner and look up at Hawke. For a moment she held her gaze, a neutral expression on her face as she contemplated what to say. After a long second she eased up and pouted as her face turned over towards the storm. "I wish it was only the schooner, I could protect it all night long. But here... I can buy you an extra 5, maybe 10 minutes." Karissa explained, her head tilting to the side a bit as she took in the sight of the storm. With a deep breath, she took in the air around them, feeling around for what she was dealing with here. Her amulet lit up with a dim light for a moment before she looked up at Hawke. "I'll go forward and meet our guest. I hope this Boga is as fast as the stablehand said it was. Once the wind wall falls, this storm is going to come here mighty fast. If you're not done by then, you better haul ass to safety."

With that she pulled on the reigns before she used her feet to signal the boga to ride forward. "Hekte!" With that she darted off on her Boga, putting a good hundred meters between herself and the others before she finally came to a halt. Quickly hopping off her boga, she took a stance besides the beast and closed her eyes, her hands reaching out towards the storm as the amulet on her neck began to glow brightly.

Slowly, a shimmering wall of whirling winds began to emerge from the ground up, some of the sand from the approaching storm already getting caught on it. It stopped after it grew about 8 meters in diameter, and Karissa let out a little huff as she opened her eyes again. "Alright, easy peasy girl. Just be sure to leave some juice for when the storm arrives..." She muttered to herself as her eyes stared at the incoming storm for a few seconds. This is certainly not how she imagined this trip to go.


Sonjari




Deep within within the jungle of the island, far north of the mountain range that dominated the island, a Sonjari raised it's head to the sky with a squint of it's beady eyes. Then another one, then a few more, until all 100 of them were staring up at the grey sky that stretched far above them. It was raining in that melancholic afternoon fashion that makes you want to stare out of the window for hours, but this wasn't what perplexed the Sonjari.

No, they could... feel the change. Something was coming. This wasn't just a normal rain, not something that they could dance in and enjoy while they guarded their origin tree. No, this was something else, something much more sinister.

They knew, because it wasn't supposed to rain yet. Rain always comes in the afternoon, but it was hardly even noon. Highly unusual for a place that was so predictable for the people who have lived their whole life in a forest, even if they don't remember it. Their instincts were there, and even though they couldn't tell why exactly, they knew that this wasn't supposed to be happening.

Eventually one of the Sonjari, a burly winter turned his head away from the sky and back towards the upturned mounds around the area where the Sonjari have planted the only sapling they had from the Ősfa. When 3 months ago they found themselves on this island all of a sudden, everything they thought they knew ceased to exist. They were thrown into a chaos, not knowing what will be of them on this island that they clearly knew had to sapling from their tree. It was during this initial chaos that this same winter scoured the area of their first landing and stumbled upon a small tree, barely a sapling, that resonated with an all too familiar energy. Gathering around it, the Sonjari finally organized under the leadership of the winter and a short spring who excelled with the words. For a week they scoured a place to plant their sapling, and after some initial encounters with the wildlife and scouring the forest for a good place they have found said place.

It has been 3 months since, and the Ősfa has grown into the size of an ancient oak, it's foliage finally starting to pierce that of the forest around him. Trees around it have been cut down and their trunks removed to give space for the mighty sapling to mature, and the wood they gained this way were used to construct primitive huts made of sticks and thatch. The burly winter now turned towards said houses, clay pots with various contents strewn about them. This would not do, they needed to prepare.

"Inya, to me." He called out, and a few of the Sonjari turned to him as his voice pierced the music of the rain. One of the smaller springs had a confusion on their face, their foliage rustling a bit as they sighed and walked over to the winter, looking up into the eyes of the larger winter for a moment before taking their place besides him.

"Sons, I call to you!" The winter now explained as he raised his hand towards the sky, his simply spear in one of his hands. "The weather is changing, and it means that we must adapt! The tree needs to be protected, especially now when it's still but a sapling, a shadow of it's former glory. We need to get a move on, and gather food for ourselves!" His voice was harsh and brazen, but it carried no ill intent as it addressed his kin. The winter stopped here for a moment and turned his head towards the smaller spring besides him. It looked back up for a moment, anxiously changing their stance before taking a step forward to speak as well. "Kor is right, we must do what we can to prepare for the worst. We do not know what weather the clouds bring. I will go with the springs and autumns into the mountains to see if we can't find any more evidence of other Sonjari, or other saplings of the tree. The winters will stay here to guard the tree, under the leadership of Kor, and the summers will continue to forage in the woods."

Inya was clearly about to say something else too, but Kor took a step forward, silencing the other Sonjari and making the others shift uncomfortably as they began scurrying around their little campsite to gather their equipment. "Remember sons, the tree relies on us to protect it, especially now. It once was a force of nature, blessing us with sentience and life, but now the roles have been reversed and we must protect it!" He took a short break here as he looked back towards the tree. It was all a lie, but a convincing one. No Sonjari knew what exactly the Ősfa is really like when it grows up, but they all knew that they had a strong connection to it, and that it birthed them. Anything else was but a suspicion or a lie, and lie which Kor has been playing form the moment he found the tree. He could not stand seeing his people lose hope when they knew they would surely die without their tree. He had to step up and establish order where there was none.

It didn't come naturally to the winter, but over the past 3 months he and the spring established a primitive form of order amongst their peers. Broken into groups based on their season, they Sonjari were split into groups who were assigned different tasks. The Winters were their warriors, the Springs their gatherers, the Autumns their explorers and hunters, while the Springs usually remained around the tree to tend to it and cater to the needs of the other groups. And so far it has been working well for them, but they all knew that this split into groups didn't come naturally. With time, they would have to change, but that could wait until the tree was fully grown.

"Gather your tools. We split at noon, when the sun is right above the great tree. That is all." With that Kor gave a meaningful glance at Inya before he tightened the grip on his spear and turned his back to the other Sonjari and walked up to the great tree where a small group of winters were standing ground, staring at him intently after his announcement. By now, most of the winters have accepted Kor as their leader, but the other seasons always saw Inya as the one who should speak. The spring had a way with words that wasn't such dramatic as Kor, and unlike the winter, Inya wasn't such hard on them.

Without either of them, there would be chaos again among their ranks. Everybody could feel the tension in the air, and at night could hear as the two argued over what the Sonjari should do to survive. But for now there was an uneasy alliance, and while Kor was guarding the tree with his winters it would remain so.







Day 1, Week 12, Cycle 1
Summertime, 17 C°, Overcast


On the dawn of the first day of the 12th week, the wind carried the smell of salt deep inland, up the highest peaks of the island and down into it's deepest valleys. The birds of the forest were awfully quiet, and the game seemed more reluctant to leave their nests and homes in search for food. It was the unmistakable smell of the great storms coming from the south, the winds carrying their scent hundreds of miles ahead of the clouds themselves as a stark warning to all that they were on the way. A reminder that they did not forget their old promise to return, and a silent vow that they will visit till the end of times.

The unruly waves washed floatwood and palm leaves onto the southern beaches of the island, along with plenty of fish that was unfortunate enough to be swimming near the beach. The caves echoed with the sound of the ocean and cliffs roared as the unmovable rock faces clashed with the raging waves. By the afternoon, the clouds have begun marching across the sky over both the island, with light rain showering the forests and grasslands that made up most of the land, and brought life to the dry deserts of the mountains as their flowers boomed with vibrant colors.

But all who dwelled on the island, even the animals deep in the forest and caves, knew very well that this lighthearted trickery of the wind and the sky would not last for long. Deep down inside the brain of even the smallest insect, the gears began to turn and survival instincts switched gears. It would not take more than several days before the sky would turn grey and spew lightning and thunder forth, bringing with itself tides meters high and incessant rain that would blur out the sun for weeks, or days if they were lucky.

It was the calm before the storm, and the animals of the forest and the hills knew this very well, covering deep within their nests or scurrying around frantically looking for supplies that they could use to weather the storm.



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